I stare at the waterfall, wishing that it could tell me it’s secrets. She’s been here and if water could talk, I’d make the river tell me where she went. But of course it can’t and when my warriors return, telling me they’ve lost her scent, I’m frustrated again. We begin running, trying to figure ou
“Yeah, I know. But on the off chance that Natasha did send this woman to help my son, or even if it was divine intervention by the Moon Goddess herself, I have to find this woman.”They nod. My mate was well-loved by our pack.“There,” I say, looking up at an overhang on the mountain. It’s very high
AydaI made it back to my little home, practically dragging myself by the time I got there. My hip was screaming at me and my arm was throbbing. I fell into my bed, barely able to pull the fur over me. I’m cold now that Asena is gone again. I hope she’s back soon. I miss my wolf.It’s the last thoug
“My mate died ten years ago. I had forgotten….” he takes another deep breath of my scent. So, his first mate was a fated mate. Then for him, this is a gift. For me, I’m not sure what this is. I’m not sure I want to be mated to another Alpha who will betray our mate bond and cast me aside.“I want yo
DimitriI can’t believe I let Zev take over so much that I forgot my mate was injured. She smells so good, her little home, her sweet, little home, had been filled with the scent of lemongrass and lilies. I’d been overwhelmed with her scent, with her perky nipples, and then with her gorgeous body on
I grab a pair of cotton workout shorts that have a draw string on them and I kneel in front of her.“Hold on to my shoulders and step in,” I say, holding the shorts open for her. When she does, I pull them up and tie the draw string tightly, so they’ll stay on her narrow waist and hips.“There now,
AydaCathal is very sweet. He talks a lot when he’s excited and he’s very excited that I’m here. It warms my heart in a way that I’m unaccustomed to. I wonder if this is what it would have been like for me one day if my son had survived.When he tells me he thinks his dead mother sent me to save him
“You like flowers?” Cathal asks.“I do.”“Maybe we can look for some when you’re healed,” my son says.“Not until the war is over, Cathal. I almost lost you once.”“Yes, but instead, we found Ayda. Or rather, you found us,” he says, smiling at me.“And speaking of Ayda healing, she needs her rest, C